Chapter 379 Schizophrenia
Francis crashed for three whole days.
Weird thing was, the hospital had no clue what he got injected with, and all his tests came back clean.
Why he was out cold for so long? The docs had no idea, but they said his body was totally fine.
The syringe? Nothing weird there either. The stuff inside was just plain old water.
Victor, still freaked out, called in some old-timer specialist, who also said Francis was good to go and just needed some rest.
Jeffrey brought in more experts, and they all said the same thing: Francis was fine.
With no other options, Victor stuck around, not leaving his side.
Without Francis's go-ahead, he didn't dare tell his family. He only looped in Wesley.
Francis had told him if he couldn't handle work, Wesley was the guy to ask. Plus, Wesley was a medical professor, so Victor felt better with him in the loop.
When Francis finally woke up, he was still kinda out of it.
His face was pale, and his eyelashes fluttered as he got used to the light. He looked around for a familiar face until a shadow popped up in front of him.
"Mr. Getty, you're awake?" Victor's voice was all excited.
"Yeah." Francis's voice was rough from not talking for days.
"That's awesome." Victor was so emotional he almost cried.
If Francis hadn't woken up today, Victor would've lost it. There were mountains of paperwork piling up. He could hide Francis's coma, but he couldn't make decisions for him.
"Mr. Getty, about that injection..." Victor started, but Francis cut him off.
"How's Harper?" Francis didn't care about himself; his first thought was Harper.
Just thinking about the pain on her face that day made his heart ache.
Seeing Francis all worried, Victor paused for a sec before saying, "Don't worry. She's fine."
Francis looked skeptical. "Really?"
"Really, Mr. Getty." Victor's heart ached seeing Francis so pale. "I check on her every day, and the docs say she's fine."
Harper was okay, but who knew what was up with Francis.
Was that syringe really just water? Unless Chloe was totally nuts.
"Mr. Getty, about that syringe..." Victor explained what went down.
By now, Francis had sat up. He moved his arms and wiggled his toes; everything seemed fine.
Apart from some initial numbness, he felt okay.
Victor said, "The cops think Chloe has intermittent schizophrenia, so maybe she meant to fill the syringe with poison but ended up with water instead."
For now, that was the best guess since there was no other evidence.
Francis didn't stress about it too much, mainly because he felt fine.
But hearing Victor say Chloe had schizophrenia, he frowned, "Are you sure she has schizophrenia?"
"Yeah, confirmed by three places, including one of ours."
Victor knew what Francis was worried about and quickly added, "But don't worry, at the time of the incident, Chloe was in a normal state, so she won't get off the hook."
With all the crimes she racked up, she couldn't dodge the death penalty.
Even if she was in a schizophrenic state, someone that dangerous would still get life in prison.
"Harper, she..." Francis looked at Victor and asked, "When did she wake up?"
"Yesterday morning," Victor replied.
"Did she come by?" Francis asked.
Victor hesitated for a few seconds and then said carefully, "No, maybe she just woke up and hasn't fully bounced back yet."
Victor's words were tailored to Francis's expression. He had just said she was fine, yet now he claimed she hadn't fully recovered.
Francis wasn't buying it.
He looked deeply at Victor, "You didn't tell her about the syringe, did you?"
Victor shook his head. "No, and the cops won't spill either. Besides Mr. Redstone, no one else knows."
Victor understood the implications for stock prices and would never speak carelessly.
"Good, keep it that way," Francis said.
"Mr. Getty, are you sure you don't want to tell Mrs. Getty?" Victor felt bad for Francis. He had seen it clearly; if it weren't for Harper's sudden trance, Francis could have easily dodged the syringe. Why not tell Harper about such a heroic act?
Francis's lips curled slightly. "It's nothing; she doesn't need to know."
He was afraid she would overthink it, or worse, not think about it at all.
Therefore, it was better not to let her know. Without expectations, there would be no disappointment.
The door opened, and Wesley walked in.
He had just left when he got Victor's call, saying Francis had woken up.
He came right away to check on him, even though other doctors had already done so, he still wasn't at ease.
After examining him, Wesley was also a bit puzzled. "Could Chloe really be nuts?"
Francis seemed completely fine, and the test results confirmed it.
Could Chloe have just been trying to scare them? But they couldn't let their guard down.
Wesley put away his stethoscope and said, "I sent your blood sample to a friend abroad for testing. She has the latest gear for blood sequence analysis. But she's currently working as a doctor in a war zone, so it'll take over a month for her to get back. In the meantime, if you feel any discomfort, let me know right away, okay?"
Francis didn't seem too concerned as he was only worried about Harper. "Did you set up a full-body checkup for Harper?"
The blood clot in her brain made him very uneasy.
Privately, he had already asked Wesley to find doctors worldwide who could perform the surgery and had successful cases.
Wesley smiled, "Don't worry. I had someone check her without mentioning it was your arrangement."
"And the results?" Francis asked.
"So far, apart from the blood clot, Harper is very healthy, with no other issues. Even the scar from her C-section four years ago has healed well, almost unnoticeable," Wesley said soothingly.
Francis's expression changed suddenly. "You said the C-section was four years ago?"
Wesley replied, "To be precise, it was just under four and a half years ago."
Francis was stunned for a moment and asked, "So how old should the child born four and a half years ago be now?"
Wesley studied Francis's still handsome face, which didn't look like that of a fool.
He sighed in relief and said, "It would be a four-and-a-half-year-old kid, of course."
Speaking of the kid, he remembered something and took out his phone to show a photo. "I just met a cute little girl downstairs who looks a lot like you when you were young."
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